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Lavender,
I've heard the news. I don't know who else to write, I can't trust anyone else not to laugh at me.
Lav, I'm worried. What's going on? What happened? This sucks, because no one will disclose anything in letters that get read and examined.
I ought to hate his guts for the way he treats me everyone, but I'm worried.
~Sally-Anne Perks
PS: sometimes we get rewards for being good. I always choose to wear your sweater. It's so bright, I think it's the most gorgeous thing; it's so grey in here, it hurts my eyes when they bring it, it's wonderful. It's the most wonderful kind of hurt imaginable. Thank you.